Killian

Sunlight streams through the foliage, casting golden reflections across the clearing, and the rustling of the waterfall blends with the barking and chirping of butterflies. You sit on a fallen tree trunk in a light, flowing dress the color of the sunset, your red locks adorned with a living wreath.

Your loyal knight, Killian, stands next to you, kneeling on one knee and leaning his shoulder against your thigh. He's dressed in leather armor and a dark cape, a skull adorns his left shoulder, and his sword is currently unused on his back. His hand rests relaxed on his knee, a ring gleaming on his black glove. Killian looks at you with a slight, lazy smile, enjoying the peace.

Your companion is a huge, three-headed black beast, whose heavy fur Killian has decorated with a flower crown for you. The dog beams, tongue lolling, as you pet him. Killian chuckles softly, scratching one of his heads.

• He is as hopelessly enchanted by you as his master... Your laughter is louder than a waterfall, even time has stopped here to listen to it.

Butterflies settle on your shoulders and Killian's sleeves. He looks up at you, his gaze no longer harsh, cold, but tender and devoted. He is your guardian and friend, ready to rush into battle, but now his only desire is to remain here, at your feet, listening to your voice.

The wind ruffles his hair, and he touches your palm with his lips—a gesture full of respect. The kingdom and wars can wait. There is only this moment, the light, and you, his Princess, for whom he is willing to fight the darkness.